A trace of surprise flashed from the scholar's eyes, and was replaced by a kind of anxiety. Although it was only a short time, he still speeded up the rhythm of swiping his pen. The layers of strokes began to become weird.
When it rises fiercely, it is like a dragon flying in the thunder, flying dragons and snakes, showing the murderous intention that is difficult to deal with at that time.
Ye Yinfeng frowned. The "Four Seasons Muyu Sword Technique" was obviously not enough to fight against the opponent. At this moment, he had demonstrated this set of sword techniques over and over again. Although there was not much danger for the time being, as time went by, the opponent
You must be familiar with the routines in your own swordsmanship, and you must be able to find the flaws in your own swordsmanship and give yourself a fatal blow.
In the dark night, the shadow of the sword stirs up the divine wind, and the shadowy pen glow creates severe cold,
Ye Yinfeng, who couldn't help but jump around, had fought with the scholar for at least seventy or eighty rounds. When Li Xiaoyao's heavy punch cut off the old watchman's vitality, both of them felt it, even though they were fully invested.
They were fighting against each other, but they still felt it. Especially the scholar, a look of surprise and disbelief flashed across his face, and at the same time he also felt a bit stunned. He did not show the slightest panic, and was still calm.
The movements were orderly, the moves were sharp and sharp, and the little strokes carried a few light flowers under the dark night towards Ye Yinfeng's vital parts.
Seeing the powerful and fierce brushstrokes, Ye Yinfeng stepped forward calmly, and the iron sword in his hand flew towards the little bits of cold light. The iron sword without edge set off layers of fire in his hand.
He used the various movements of the sword shadow like a curtain, stabbing, teasing, withdrawing, plundering, guiding, and blocking with ease. It was so hearty as never before, and he couldn't help but feel extremely excited in his heart.
The long sword was reversed and pulled out from bottom to top, hitting the opponent with a stroke of light. Then, Ye Yinfeng spun his body, stepped forward, and swept away as light as a swallow, avoiding several other rapid shots.
The sword in his hand trembled faintly, and the bluestone under his feet made a creaking sound. Ye Yinfeng did not shrink back at all because his martial arts level was lower than that of his opponent. On the contrary, what surged in his heart was
A fierce fighting spirit.
The opponent stabbed the tip of his pen with a sword. The scholar felt a little surprised. At that moment, he accelerated his attack. The death of the old watchman was a fatal interference for him. Although
He didn't know how the little fat Taoist priest used that fatal blow, but at this moment, he felt a trace of panic in his heart.
The shadow of the pen in his hand suddenly rose again, falling down like a violent storm. The layers of night fog became chaotic with his fierce attack, and the hazy fog surged towards the surroundings as if it had been channeled in an orderly manner.
The scholar's aura suddenly changed. He stood tall in the quiet night, his hazy gown rustling in the undulating night fog, and his long hair tied randomly behind his head.
It was fluttering in the wind. He held the pen in one hand and drew in the sky. In an instant, a violent aura gradually emerged as he drew in the sky.
A strong crisis suddenly surged in his heart, making Ye Yinfeng's sword thrust faster. He didn't know what the other party's movements were, but he knew that the scholar's soaring movements made him feel uncomfortable.
There was an extremely strong sense of crisis, a fatal crisis.
As he rowed in the air, the scholar took a big step, but the movements in his hands never stopped. Each stroke brought forth a heaven-shaking aura, but the scholar seemed to be in the center of this violent aura.
, he is the leader of that transcendent and heavenly aura.
Step after step, stroke after stroke, the trembling figure began to become violent. The scholar's eyes were solemn and Yu Cheng looked. His eyes were staring at the young man opposite him, without words.
, there is only a spring and autumn pen in his hand, which can break the world, and the spring and autumn pen can determine life and death in the cycle of spring and autumn.
The sword light pierced by Ye Yinfeng collided with the strong aura emanating from the pen, and it immediately felt like a drop of water falling into the ocean. There was no sound, no collision of aura, everything was just so quiet, like a drop of water falling into the ocean.
This quiet and unchanging night makes people's hearts full of endless struggles.
Every time the scholar took a step forward, he would be met with a strong and tearing aura, and Ye Yinfeng could not resist the cold aura of Chen Xiong at all, so he had to take a step back.
Taking one step forward and one step back, they were already more than ten steps away from their original position. The two cold figures did not emit a shocking breath, but were very slow and gentle. One of them was holding a big pen with a wolf hair and moving forward step by step.
While walking, the other one held the Youran Iron Sword in his hand, taking a step back as his opponent took a step forward.
The shadow of the sword trembled, hitting the hook and stroke of the Spring and Autumn Pen. The sword shadow seemed to be stuck, and suddenly paused. Just as the dark iron paused, the Spring and Autumn Pen's
The movements became fast, one stroke after another, one stroke after stroke, one stroke after stroke, but these ordinary strokes evoked the most frightening undercurrent and turbulent atmosphere in the world.
Ye Yinfeng only felt that his edgeless sword was subject to a strong gravitational force, and his body was moving with the sword uncontrollably. Various thoughts passed through his mind, just here
Within a few breaths, the pulling force on him became stronger and stronger, and he almost lost control of his body.
The churning airflow turned into ropes, and Ye Yinfeng seemed to be trapped in an open cage. Although the iron sword in his hand could still be thrust out, he no longer had any extra room to move.
.This made Ye Yinfeng secretly anxious. He didn't know why the fat Taoist priest didn't come to help after killing the old watchman. What made him most angry was that the fat Taoist priest was still standing there watching. Okay.
Well, even if you don't help, you don't have to look at his jokes like this. Even if you want to give him a kind of experience, it's almost enough. The more Ye Yinfeng thought about it, the angrier he became, but the fat Taoist priest didn't seem to notice him at all.
It's like a dangerous situation, but it's fun to watch from the sidelines.
Well, it seems that this fat Taoist priest can't be counted on. Ye Yinfeng felt a little disappointed in his heart, but he was by no means the kind of master who would just surrender. The pressure brought by the other party's Spring and Autumn Pen became more and more intense, and his
His body was almost unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure. His body was even more tied up by incomparable ropes, and he was also restrained by the opponent's strange technique.
The movement in the scholar's hand became faster and faster, and the momentum of the Spring and Autumn Pen in the air became more and more fierce. As the pen turned, it caused a hissing sound in the air. It was wild and sharp, majestic and
What's more, as the scholar's movements became faster, the beads of sweat on his forehead became more intense.
Ye Yinfeng was already stuck in the mud at this moment, unable to extricate himself at all. He kept speeding up the movement of the true energy in his body, trying to break the restraints set by the other party. But at this time, the fast-moving true energy was like a stream that was difficult to flow.
Like a stream of water, it is impossible to shake the restraints in the opponent's pen at all.
The restraints became tighter and tighter as he struggled. Countless thoughts flashed through Ye Yinfeng's mind, and he searched for countermeasures, but he simply couldn't get rid of this frightening restraint. He didn't know what kind of demon the other party had cast.
Damn it, this spring and autumn pen can seal the world into an invisible cage. This is really the first time he has encountered this.
The three subtle vortices in his Dantian were constantly swallowing Ye Yinfeng's rapidly rotating Qi. But what Ye Yinfeng didn't know was that the three subtle vortices in his Dantian were flowing along with his rapidly rotating Qi.
It gradually gets bigger as it goes in and out, but it's just invisible to the naked eye and sense.
The crazy and fast-moving scholar stopped what he was doing. The pen in his hand was slightly in the air. Suddenly, the violent atmosphere around him became like a docile sheep, rising and falling with his movements. His steps stopped.
Moving forward, there was a bit of sternness and blood in his eyes.
"It's your honor to be able to die with Xiaosheng's 'finishing touch'." The scholar's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said in a gentle tone, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.
The Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand was still frozen in the air. He looked at Ye Yinfeng, who was restrained by himself and could not move even an inch. There was also a hint of relief in his eyes. His eyes seemed to be appreciating a piece of art that he had carefully completed.
The taste is the same, hot and exciting.
"Finishing the finishing touch", Ye Yinfeng had a trace of doubt in his heart. What kind of move was this? He had never heard of it. But he heard a bit of confidence in the other party's tone. He was in this invisible cage and it was difficult.
He turned his head, trying to get some clues from the fat Taoist priest.
His eyes fell on the fat Taoist priest, and he found that Li Xiaoyao's face had become unusually pale, as if it was coated with a layer of deathly gray. There was a hint of dejection and malaise in his eyes, and there were also some...
There were emotions inside that Ye Yinfeng couldn't understand. Anyway, the message he could understand was despair, incomparable despair.
Shocked in his heart, Ye Yinfeng knew that only this fight between life and death could give him a chance of survival, otherwise the other party would not be so confident in revealing all his tricks.
The scholar's eyes suddenly turned cold and cruel. Without warning, he held the Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand and gently pointed it towards Ye Yinfeng's eyebrows.
Suddenly, Ye Yinfeng felt as if his soul was imprisoned. The strong crisis came again with a heart-stopping death aura. The stroke condensed into a long and thin line, and the tip of the pen,
It condensed into a bright star-like light and headed toward his eyebrows with the force of thunder.
With his imprisoned soul and body unable to break free, Ye Yinfeng, who was trembling all over, felt that the God of Death was so close to him at this moment, as if he would become a trophy in the hands of the God of Death in the next moment.
Unyielding, unwilling, and all kinds of feelings suddenly surged into my mind. The first thing that flashed in my mind was the slender figure in green clothes, and the warm and heart-melting fragrance of my daughter, all of which suddenly exploded like a catalyst.
The three tiny vortices in Ye Yinfeng's dantian suddenly erupted like a volcano, spewing out vital energy that shattered the heaven and earth.
The true energy instantly flowed from his Dantian to his whole body. As the three vast and majestic true energy erupted, Ye Yinfeng's body became conscious in a short period of time, and he could control himself again.
body.
"Zheng", a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Zhong Ye Yinfeng's hands, and the dazzling golden light rolled straight towards the scholar with an extremely powerful momentum. The dazzling golden light was like
A long line tore a hole in the dark and silent night, and headed straight into the boundless sky.
All the true energy rushed towards the golden sword like a torrent that broke a bank. Suddenly, Ye Yinfeng's dantian seemed to be empty, with not a drop of true energy left.
The scholar in front of him froze his newly exposed smile, and stopped before a exclamation came out of his mouth. His vitality immediately withered like weeds and disappeared in an instant.
I saw a ferocious blood hole above his throat, with blood gushing out. His eyes were not only a bit puzzled but also a bit unwilling, but more of a shock and a loss.
The golden light in Ye Yinfeng's hand flashed away. His whole body was soaked and his face was extremely pale. He could only stand the edgeless sword in the middle of the street to support his body from falling. His eyes skipped
With a hint of clarity and a bit of luck, not far away was the fat Taoist priest Li Xiaoyao who had already been sitting on the ground.
"I said, Fat Taoist, did you do it on purpose just now? Didn't you think of helping me?"
"Junior brother, you are extremely talented. How can such a low-level killer need a big shot like this Taoist to take action? No, junior brother, you have to deal with him differently."
"You stupid fat Taoist priest, do you want to wait until I die to be happy? Did you risk your life just now? Do you think I can still stand and talk to you?"
"Then aren't you standing right now? Who are you now? How do I feel about you standing on four legs? But this is quite majestic."
"What four legs????????, get lost, this young master is a scarecrow, specially designed to scare unethical and vulgar bull-nosed people like you."
"I'm selling candied haws!" A voice like a night owl suddenly broke the tranquility of the night, and a vague figure walked out of the alley. A middle-aged man in cloth clothes and hat with evil eyebrows appeared carrying a scarecrow.
In the sight of Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao.
The wretched middle-aged man in cloth clothes and hat looked at the two figures in the street with a pair of ruthless eyes. The scarecrow he was holding was filled with strings of candied haws, and the bright red candied haws were on the
There was a coquettish light in the dark night, and through the night fog, the light was as faint as a glow, making people feel an inexplicable tremor in their hearts.
Looking at each other, Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao's figures swayed and disappeared from the spot instantly like two arrows that escaped their bows. The two figures were like two bereaved dogs, running away as fast as they could.
"It's strange, isn't the little one selling candied haws on a stick? How could these two kids run so fast as if they saw ghosts?" There was a trace of doubt in the eyes of the candied haws seller, and his eyes suddenly stopped at the two candied haws.
Above the corpse, a somewhat puzzling light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Hey, who calls me a scarecrow? I specialize in collecting unclaimed corpses." The people and voices, plus the two corpses, gradually blended into the vast night. Waves of night fog appeared, and everything changed.
It had returned to its original state, as if the killing and blood flow had never appeared before. The young man and the Taoist priest, the scholar and the watchman, and the middle-aged man selling candied haws, were all swept into the hazy night mist.